Mondays/Mon-daze.

Being the betting man that I am I'd have to put heavy odds that the world's least favorite day of the week is Monday. The obvious reason is that it signals the beginning of the work week- at least for most of us in this country it is an end to a couple days break from obligations. It is the start of 5 or 6 days dominated by monotony and scheduling, of 'shooting the breeze' and looking busy, of lunch breaks and employee memos.

Monday reminds us that we are years away from retirement. It shows us a tiny light at the end of a dark tunnel that disappears when we stare at it too long. But.

But today wasn't just any Monday in Wisconsin. Today, there was a thunderstorm! It rained, and not only does this feed the greenery, but it saves workers from their monotony- weather is a hot topic you know. Once again, I would bet heavily that it was the topic of the day. Never mind the hundreds of millions of dollars wasted in Iraq today, or the fact that over 26,000 children from around the world die each DAY from preventable causes (1 every 3 seconds) or the environmental lines we've crossed past the 'point of no return'.

If we were all thinking about any of this actively, no work would get done- and that cannot happen- we must float on. Maybe Tuesday we will have time to address the problems and their root causes.

Instead, I like to numb myself to forget those pains. I wrote this on one of those Tuesdays:

i think.

and what dances on my brain is like fireflies blinking blind as they are,

amid darkness thick like syrup.

simple short flashes of things just out of reach- just out of grasp.

(she was there, but i would not admit that to the public) ever.

i am digging up the graves of long-dead zombies

just to look into their infinately empty eyes.

i drink-

reliving all those moments lost previous

all the last kisses and lost highways

all the empty-stomach friendships

and endless loops of sadness.

i take, and give, and take.

for me, it seems all a sieve.

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